but what is this that i can't see? with ice cold hands taking hold of me.
James couldn't remember how he'd arrived by this point, stripped down to what lay beneath his petty coat and tied to a chair in a dark and moist basement of a place he couldn't remember coming to. All he could account for was the loud voices talking. It had been almost a day and a half of torture. They would line a knife with the blood of a dead man and make small incisions over his clavicle or across his wrist. He could barely remember his last week.
Jimmy's hair hung uncomfortably across his forehead, sweat laden, blood laden. He was shuddering because shuddering was about all that he could accomplish. He had too much of the blood in his system, resulting him in little more than a paraplegic.
"Please..." he croaked. It caused the three men talking to turn to look at him, one addressing him by 'Fangie.'
"Please.... I have no means to hurt you, please. Let me go. Or allow me the comfort of death."
The tallest of the three lined his knife again, and instead of slicing, he slipped it under a piece of his rib cage that wouldn't kill him. Red lines streamed down from Jimmy's eyes. "Please...." he begged.
Jimmy's hair hung uncomfortably across his forehead, sweat laden, blood laden. He was shuddering because shuddering was about all that he could accomplish. He had too much of the blood in his system, resulting him in little more than a paraplegic.
"Please..." he croaked. It caused the three men talking to turn to look at him, one addressing him by 'Fangie.'
"Please.... I have no means to hurt you, please. Let me go. Or allow me the comfort of death."
The tallest of the three lined his knife again, and instead of slicing, he slipped it under a piece of his rib cage that wouldn't kill him. Red lines streamed down from Jimmy's eyes. "Please...." he begged.